City of Ariel - Voicemail

[cephalopodcounselor]

{Voice | Text | Video}

You have reached Rose Lalonde.
Please leave a message and I will
return your call promptly.

Comments

[cawfullyironic]

rose
rose
omg
wake up
come on
youre missin it
its practically a gift wrapped unbirthday present

[cephalopodcounselor]

What could possibly be so great that you felt the need to wake me with this text?
Please, inform me what I am missing out on aside from sleep.

[cawfullyironic]

shut up you love it when my searing orange text is beamed right into your brain
also theres a wizard
a completely unironic douchbag wizard

[cephalopodcounselor]

You've caught me red-handed.
I absolutely adore ever last character of that bright orange searing into my brain.
That is actually worth waking up for.
I will have to investigate this immediately.

[cawfullyironic]

i know right
i got your back
check out the network you cant miss his pansy ass

[cephalopodcounselor]

Yes, I've found him.
This should be fun.
I have commenced trolling his "pureblood" ass.
And I see you have also begun harassing him.

[cawfullyironic]

hes such a pansy omg

[cephalopodcounselor]

He's making all of this entirely too easy.

[cawfullyironic]

i know right
i wonder if i can squeeze pretentious little tears out of his pompous ass

[cephalopodcounselor]

Would this be before, after or during the course of making him "squeal like a piggie"?
Or are you leaving that job up to someone else?

[cawfullyironic]

hahahaha no
im not the one with the wizard fetish here
no wait youre into vampires now i hear

[cephalopodcounselor]

Perhaps the next square on my bingo card will be werewolves.

[cawfullyironic]

shit just let me know when youre ready
i know of a couple

[pranksterheir]

hey, rose.

[cephalopodcounselor]

Yes, John?

[pranksterheir]

ok, this is kind of awkward but.
can i talk to you about something?

[cephalopodcounselor]

I don't know, John.
Can you?

[pranksterheir]

yeah...?

[Whut is she talking about. John plz.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

Then by all means, talk away.

[pranksterheir]

i wanted to talk about davesprite.

[cephalopodcounselor]

And what about him?
Seriously, John.
If you're going to come to me wanting to get something off your chest, you should go ahead and do it instead of stalling.
Is it really so bad that you are struggling to speak about it?

[pranksterheir]

...
yeah.
it was bad.
it wasn't his fault but...
it was bad.

[cephalopodcounselor]

Would you rather continue this conversation face to face, or shall we continue to sit in different sections of the house communicating through the chips?

[pranksterheir]

is it okay if we just talk through the chips please...?

[He doesn't want her to see him getting upset.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

Yes, of course it is.

[Now she's really concerned, John. What could be that bad?]